Well, I shall, let me say, play,
This thing you call Game of Words.
And I might even till dawn stay,
To sort this great puzzle, of sorts.
I will in front of my screen sit,
Throughout the nights and days.
I will through window look a bit,
Smile to someone, without a face.
So, what would you say to me, from out there?
Woman, spending her nights by a computer?
Are your work-tired hands covered by grease?
Were you flown in here by plane, from overseas?
Where will you find someone so naïve, like me?
Willing to write these words at night, to Thee?
So, let me finish for now this Game of Words,
When I am here now and free of marital cords.
J. Andre Jeski
New York City, November 14, 2011
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